The Curse of the Towne Motel
You peer at the phonograph, afraid to actually touch it because of all the spiderwebs stretched across its surface...
You notice something very odd about the the huge, megaphone-looking thing that plays the music. Someone with a twisted sense of style, it seems, has lined the rim of that part with dog teeth.
As it turns out, the phonograph is a demonic sort of monster that draws in its victims with odd music...seconds later and the trumpet part reaches up and snaps around your head.
Congratulations. You have just been eaten by a monster phonograph.
You notice something very odd about the the huge, megaphone-looking thing that plays the music. Someone with a twisted sense of style, it seems, has lined the rim of that part with dog teeth.
As it turns out, the phonograph is a demonic sort of monster that draws in its victims with odd music...seconds later and the trumpet part reaches up and snaps around your head.
Congratulations. You have just been eaten by a monster phonograph.
